All Chapters of Dear Ex Husband, You Lose!: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Delia's eyes lingered on the screen as if she could not understand the words in front of her, the video lingered in her mind. Those images of Thomas being humiliated in front of his work colleagues, exposed for his affair and betrayal to his wife. Delia wondered if she should feel sorry for him, but she felt not even an ounce of pity for him. This was all his doing. "We need to talk." The message from Samantha stated. Delia felt sick to the pit of her stomach as the words jumped out at her. The name alone sent a shiver down her spine, she remembered the day that she had walked in on her husband fucking that slut. How smug Samantha had been when she saw they had been caught out, the way she announced her pregnancy was the final stab for Delia. She shook her head, bringing herself back to reality. "I have nothing to say to you, don't contact me again. Bitch!" Delia's fingers trembled as she re read her own message before hitting the send button and blocking Samantha from bei

Thomas stood silent in the corridor, his mind racing with a storm of regret. The weight of Mia’s words pressed down on him, heavy and unrelenting. He clutched his fists, feeling the sting of her slap still burning on his cheek. Every second felt like a lifetime of mistakes crashing down on him. Mia’s eyes blazed with fury and sorrow. “You think you can just apologize and everything’s okay? Delia’s hurting—she’s devastated, and you—” her voice cracked, “—you’ve broken her heart, and now you’re trying to fix it with words? It’s too late for that.” Thomas looked away, his throat tightening. “I never wanted to hurt her. I—” he paused, voice thick with emotion. “I was stupid, blind. I thought I could hide the truth, but I was wrong. It’s all out now. I can’t change that.” Mia’s gaze softened for a moment, but her resolve remained firm. “She’s pregnant, Thomas. She’s carrying your child. Do you understand what that means? She needs support, not a broken man drowning in guilt.” He

Thomas arrived at the old warehouse by the docks just past midnight, the air thick with the scent of salt and rust. The building loomed before him, dark and silent, shadows stretching across broken windows. His heart hammered in his chest, every instinct screaming that this could be a trap. But he had no choice; the threats had become too real to ignore. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves, and approached cautiously. The place was deserted except for the faint glow of a flashlight flickering in the distance. As he moved closer, he saw the figure emerge from the shadows—a tall man clad in dark clothing, his face obscured by a jacket hood. The man’s voice cut through the silence. “You’re late,” he said, voice low and rough. “But I expected no less.” Thomas hesitated, then nodded stiffly. “I’m here. Let’s get this over with.” The man gestured for him to follow deeper into the warehouse. They walked past stacks of crates and abandoned machinery, the only sound the

Samantha's POV Walking back inside the room, I smirked at Thomas, knowing that I had him right where I wanted him. There was no way that he was going to be running back to Delia. Oh no! "I think you should know the truth. I don't really love you, I don't even like your sorry arse. Thomas, you really are just a loser. I cannot stand to look at you. You deserved all that you got. I just could not leave here without telling you the truth." I wanted his money and his house; it would all be mine. He would do right by his child. The child was my weapon, the reason I could pull this off. "So, you used me? You wanted revenge on me. You were behind my attack?" Thomas repeated, and I sneered at how pathetic he looked—sitting in his hospital bed, looking confused and vulnerable. He was a mess, a state, and I loved it. It gave me a buzz to see him like that. Did he forget how he had left me in the hospital that day? How he had fucked me in his office most days and then hurried hom

The woman took a cautious step forward, her gaze steady and calm beneath the shadowed hood. Her voice was soft but unwavering as she spoke. “Delia. You’re brave to come out here. Not many would.” Delia looked at her, eyes narrowing slightly. She didn’t see much beyond the hood and the dark jeans, but she could tell this woman wasn’t here to cause trouble—at least, not physically. Still, her mind was guarded. She’d come to the park expecting to hear something cryptic or maybe even threatening, but this calm tone piqued her curiosity more than anything else. “Thanks,” Delia said cautiously. “So… what do you want? Why did you ask me to meet here?” Sarah hesitated a moment, glancing around the quiet corner of the park before her gaze fixed on Delia again. “Because I know things. Things about Thomas. About Samantha.” Delia’s stomach clenched slightly at the mention of her ex-husband’s name, but her expression remained neutral. “Look, I don’t really care. Thomas is out of my life.